all mine

Posted on June 15, 2012 by rottobloggo

This show is deep. I am, frankly, baffled by this morning’s Bento blog. Let’s have a look at a far simpler-to-comprehend car sticker. Natalia Fan#1 saw this in Karrinyup. I know where I am with this one. Thanks NF#1.

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Bento and the dancing queen

Posted on June 15, 2012 by rottobloggo

My formative booty-shaking years were spent at the Loft, so I dance like I’m looking for a contact lens. Is this how dubsteppers get their groove on?

Claremont.  By Jenn H.

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Terror Tonight

Posted on June 14, 2012 by rottobloggo

Pictures of this disturbing scene at Subiaco train station were sent to the Quince-Paste Sniffing One.

However I was the foto-gerbalist on the spot at roughly the same time, so I have chosen to use my superior work.

What does it mean? Today Tonight advertising? Clown alert? Zombie apocalypse? Hare Krishna huggers in the dark?

It’s s funny old world, isn’t it? No matter what Bento and skink might eventually achieve in their lives, I will always associate the former with furtively sniffing quince paste in an alleyway and the latter with licking lingonberry jam off his au pair.

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Bento glassing

Posted on June 14, 2012 by rottobloggo
Admit it, fellas. Who among us hasn’t looked at our significant other and thought: “I wish I could put you in a snifter.”
It reminded me of a song from simpler days, when men were (weird) men, and women were … portable.
Pics below. By Gareth T, Carousel.
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cycle instead

Posted on June 13, 2012 by rottobloggo

Guildford.

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Bento’s prefab spruut

Posted on June 13, 2012 by rottobloggo
See, now this is the sort of ingenuity we need to be fostering. Pre-fab cock&balls solutions (Perth Style). No on-site assembly required, just peel and stick (eww).
Not sure how the spruuut has been rendered – is it part of the flatpack kit, or improvised?
Prefab C&B solutions could be the answer to the Pilbara shortages resulting from the mining boom. Or something. Is there a shortage? I don’t know.
By GB. Between Wellington & Moore Streets, Perth
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Peppermint Adams

Posted on June 12, 2012 by rottobloggo

JJ writes: I was minding my own business down in Peppermint Grove yesterday afternoon, when suddenly I found myself awash with eerie sensations. My Worst sense was tingling! Sure enough, someone had seen fit to copy and print out on sticker paper this self-serving bit of optimistic fluff for rich people. Note the invitation to heedlessly take the plunge, cunningly situated at the pedestrian crossing. We all have it in us but sometimes it’s nice to see it strewn about the pavement for a change.

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Bento goes dental

Posted on June 12, 2012 by rottobloggo

If anyone had ever asked me, I’m sure I would’ve made some sneering joke about Kelmscottian dentistry being performed in the back of someone’s garage.  Turns out, I would have been right.  Go figure.

Kelmscott.  By me.

 

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vibrancy check in

Posted on June 11, 2012 by rottobloggo

Pete F. and I are in violent disagreement over the FESA building on Hay Street. “Building is not worst, given how bland much of that area is,” he says. “The likelihood of it being knocked over or swallowed by hotel is worst.” I say poppycock, and add a pic I took last week from the sixth floor of the District Court. I say not worst only if you like your buildings to be inspired by Borg cube blueprints.

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browesing with Bento

Posted on June 11, 2012 by rottobloggo
Sticking with the emerging theme of Maylands drunkards, Budda Lala Land sends this superb bit of Cash Twon-esque signwriting. Were the B, W and S already there, and they had to make the other letters fit?
I wish the Heritage Council would hurry up and list The Pen, so we can finally get on with burning it to the ground.
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